mister steal yo man [c]

Odell examines his fingers before he looks up at Cytis. His fingers! How rude! Frowning as he lays a hand on his hip, the god rolls his eyes. "Right? Just goes to show that your loving master has taken the time out of his busy schedule to learn your... well, simple one." Boring one more like. Over the past few days all Cytis has really learned about Odell's usual haunts are that they're bland and boring and the God of Light simply does not understand the appeal.

He can't help but heave a deep sigh at his familiar's naivety though. Rounding the man, a hand claps his back as another plucks a can off the shelf. Two can play at the look-at-something-else-before-the-person-while-you're-talking-to-them game. Canned peas... maybe he'll have this for dinner.

"Oh my dearest underling, your manager would lay you off if I just asked. That's what it means to be district God!" A reassuring patpat. "I wouldn't do that though, no worries." Some really fascinating nutrition facts that means absolutely nothing to Cytis. He spins on his heels and observes a different row of shelves. Puts the peas down between some pasta boxes.

"Five minutes waited is five minutes wasted, I have very urgent business I promise you." Finally he turns around, all food forgotten, and hooks his arm around Odell's. "'Bout time to bounce, don't you think?" And then he's marching on his way down the aisle, Odell in tow willing or not.

Odell's protests fall on noncaring ears, and if anything Cytis only grins at the growing horror in his voice. One day he'll have to discreetly move every object in the grocery store over an inch, see if Odell implodes.

"Someone else'll get it, you're not the only grocery boy around don't sweat the small stuff!" he reassures him without a care in the world. It's just one can, someone's bound to move it to its proper place eventually and even if they don't... Okay Cytis isn't sure why it matters but to each his own.

"If five minutes is just five minutes, then five minutes off of work should be nothing!" he sings, and ah the fresh air! Perfect for what he has in mind. Looking around for a nice bright spot--oh what do you know, anywhere! He likes the look of a nice grassy patch though, fit with a tree a little ways away from Miller's.

Releasing Odell from his grip and plopping down with his legs crossed, Cytis rubs his hands together excitedly. "Sit sit, you'd never catch me to even touch my hair so I'll take it as a good natured joke." He reaches up his sleeve, ready to introduce the main event. His fingers feel around, close on the object hidden within, and tada! He produces an honest-to-goodness wand.

He holds it out to Odell. "I want a magic show!"

Cytis leans forward, hands braced on his knees, waiting to see what kind of spectacle Odell can cook up. He's heard rumors of his familiar's talents, of course his natural greatness led him to pick the prodigy, and Cytis wonders just how far human magic has come.

Odell's expression is tight, lips drawn into a frown. But he's going with it, and that's what counts. Cytis has always thought wands are held somewhat vertically in one's hand but maybe--

Oh.

One wand turns into two halves of a wand, and true to his word, golden eyes follow the pieces before they disappear into the grass.

"Ta-daa."

Cytis blinks.

His lip quivers.

Then he's hunching over as laughter bubbles from his throat until he throws his head back and then he's completely on the ground, losing his shit.

"Pfftfft bahaha!" He thinks any human magic would be laughable in a not-so-good way compared to what he can do, what he sees others do. So this, this is perfect. As much of a weirdo Odell is, he comes through when Cytis needs him most (for entertainment). "Encore encore!" he cheers. A finger comes up and dabs tears from the corners of his eyes.

Grinning, he rests his head against the cool earth and peers up at his familiar. Hmm what to do though, the wand had taken a bit of effort to get. Perfect excuse to play a little prank, put on a show of his own.

"Though I think I got you covered, as a token of my appreciation." And with a twirl of his finger, looping through the air in unrecognizable script, suddenly bright blue neon light shines above Odell's head.

Odell, The Magnificent it reads. Sounds like a magician's name, right?

"Should I add arrows too, just in case you're in a crowd and people can't tell?"

[ooc; I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD I LAUGHED I HOENSTLY SPIT]

It's funny how Odell flinches in preparation for Cytis's help. Cytis wouldn't do anything to his face, he has more morals than that! The witch's expression never changes, but the god can feel his fury nonetheless. What a shame his familiar can't recognize the glory of his gift.

The God of Light sits up promptly as Odell crouches to a more comfortable eye level. He positively sparkles, and literal glints of light might actually be floating around him. "What was that?" He holds a hand to his ear. "'Master, this title isn't enough to encompass my prodigal skill'? My apologies!" His hand waves through the air, and Odell now has—

Odell, the Magnificent and Totally Awesome Wand Master Extraordinaire

—floating about his head. Cytis winks.

"This is nothing to me, but glad to know you're concerned for your lovely master."

Cytis hums. "No God would harm my familiar, and severing prayer bonds," he fingerguns, "is a district god perk!" So in short, Odell is stuck with him. Not even the throes of death will part them!

Cytis for his credit stares back at his familiar with an entirely serious face. How could he not see the urgent problem at hand? Hopping to his feet and leaning obnoxiously closer—he sees the attempt to stop looking at him—Cytis decides he'll enlighten the witch this time. "I was bored! I couldn't let that last," he pokes Odell's cheek in sync with his words, "Five. More. Minutes~"

Oho. Ohohoho is Odell doubting Cytis's creativity? His enthusiasm? His passion for grandiose and dramatic flare? "You're right," he says, a sly smile curling around the words. "I can't be failing your expectations already, forgive me." He swats the lettering above Odell's head away, and the light dissipates into nothing.

Then he goes right into scooping Odell into his arms, bridal style. A roll of his shoulders, adjustment of his grip, then, "Hold on tight Odell!" before his feet rise off the ground.

Cytis doesn't make much sense of Odell's warbling, but he figures it's some kind of protest because all his familiar seems to do is object his master (except for when he actually became Cytis's familiar, funnily enough). "Just hold onto me and enjoy the view Odell, you've got a first class seat in the Cytis Express!" He'd hate to lose his grip and drop the guy, not after they've come so far in their relationship (read: a week or so).

He thinks he'll give his familiar a grand tour, be a good express conductor and bring them down if Odell seems a little too wigged out. But then his clean freak comes out (though maybe Odell never really puts it away) and Cytis shakes his head. Tsk tsk tsk, one of the ten holy commandments of interacting with Cytis: thou shalt not insinuate something is better than thy God of Light. Especially when you're floating above buildings by now.

"Nah, I just felt you were right; I needed something more exciting and what better to do then show off my familiar to the whole city?" He shrugs as much as his shoulders will allow with a guy in his arms. "You don't have to take anything back either, just like I won't be letting you down any time soon!"

Cytis's gaze is set strictly ahead, to the boundless possibilities of the near future. "So where should we start? Should I yell out to everyone that Odell Wilmont, esteemed witch of amazing magic, is my familiar?"